How could I go from having never experienced sex with a man to being enamored with a man’s cock?
It wasn’t just about being with a man—it was about being with Dax. Like every part of him, every line, every whiff of his cologne and scent, every sound he offered from his eager lips, all got me so worked up. And the more I got to know him, the stronger my addiction to him became.
I kept working him up until he grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me off his cock, sitting up for a kiss. He pushed me back, and I went effortlessly as he climbed onto me. He snatched the lube and a condom from behind him and worked the condom wrapper while making out with me. Like an expert fucksman, he reached back and rolled the condom on me before slathering some lube on his palm. Then reaching back again, he soaked the Magnum.
He pushed a hand against my chest and forced me down against the sheets, looking particularly clever as he got on his feet, knees bent, squatting over my pelvis as he gripped my cock and positioned it against his hole.
A wave of ecstasy pulsed through me, from my hips to my chest, swirling, expanding, shooting through me, as though my body just wanted me to have my cock up in him, giving him what I now knew felt oh-so-fucking-good.
“Trying to teach me how you prefer it when you top?” I teased.
“Just being greedy right this second, but if you walk away with a lesson, I guess it’s a win-win.”
I could hardly enjoy my laugh as he sat down, my dick pushing up in him.
He rolled his head back, biting his bottom lip, which just made my dick expand even more within him.
“Fuckin’ a,” I said as I rubbed my hand against his abs, down through his subtle happy trail, to his firm cock, which was shifting up and down slightly even as he remained still, trying to refamiliarize himself with my girth.
I stroked his cock, but noticing I could use a little more lubrication, I pulled my hand back and licked it before returning to my work, pumping him. My movements seemed to encourage him to move up and down, pushing off his feet, which helped him slide up and down with relative ease.
“Oh fuck,” I murmured.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at me like he knew what he was doing to me. “How does that feel?”
“Just hoping it feels half as good for you. But by the look on your face, I guess I don’t need to be worried about that.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty good right here too.” He leaned forward, planting his hands down on either side of me and granting me a kiss. Then he rode me, speeding up his movements, showing me all I had to compete with.
“For preferring to top, you sure do seem to be enjoying this,” I said.
“I’ve known a few guys who would do this, and as you can tell, it feels fucking great, so you’re welcome.”
I laughed, but just as soon I felt something shift on my dick, that distinct sensation that could only mean one thing. “Oh fuck, Dax. I think the condom broke.”
“Damn,” he grumbled, turning back and sliding off, revealing the condom, which had pushed to the base of my cock. He added, “I assume you get tested?”
“Yeah, everything was good last time I checked a few weeks ago.”
“I was just at the doctor’s last week, so all good here too,” Dax assured me. “But looks like the gods have spoken, Jace, Destroyer of Magnums.” He removed what remained of the condom from my dick, set it on the nightstand, and retrieved a fresh one. He bit into the wrapper and tore it open, then slid it out and rolled it on his dick.
I watched in anticipation. After he lubed up, our gazes met. The typical cockiness I was more accustomed to with Dax Munro had diminished, and he appeared far more serious than usual. There was an intensity about him that was surprising, and a hell of a turn-on.
Crawling over me, he kissed me again. “I’ll go slow,” he said, reminding me of one of the reasons why I was willing to share this with him, because as much of an ass as he could be on occasion, I knew he was a considerate man at heart, even if that wasn’t how he wanted the world to see him.
He kissed my cheek and then moved down to my chin, my neck, my body. Resting his hand on my chest, he circled his thumb around my nipple as he continued traveling down my body, then hooked his arms under my legs and pressed his face up against my ass, offering me some stimulation with his tongue.
I wasn’t as uneasy about it as I had been that first time. My dick hardened even more with the intensifying anticipation of what he was about to offer me. And just as he’d said, he worked me up with his tongue, then his fingers, before pushing onto his knees and leaning back, positioning my legs to offer my ass up to him as he pressed the head against my hole.
It reminded me of when he worked my ass with his fingers, and then the pressure I experienced with the dildo.
He monitored my expression as he pushed inside me. “Seems like you’re already enjoying it,” he said in almost a whisper.
I couldn’t tell if it was the timbre of his voice or the way his cock was in me, but a sweet sensation rippled right through me, sending a current through my arms, tingling at my fingertips.
“That good?” Dax asked.
“Really good.”
He rested his hand on my abs, running it in a circle as he made his way farther inside me.
I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, the way I’d needed to so I could take that dildo deeper. It helped me relax faster. But another slight movement forward and I felt my entire body tense up, my muscles stiffen. I waited, anticipating pain or discomfort, but Dax halted his movement and…nothing.
“Still good?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think I was just getting a little nervous.”
He leaned down, resting his elbows on either side of me and propping himself up to look into my eyes. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jace. Just tell me if you want to stop.”
“No way in fucking hell do I want you to stop,” I said, but I appreciated his being so understanding for my first time.
He ran his thumb along my jaw, offering another kiss.
I slid my hand along his side, down his back to his ass and gripped it, pulling as I was ready to take even more of him, and he went with it so easily.
It was impossible not to feel his thick shaft push past my prostate. The energy emanating in my solar plexus was like a lightning storm surging through my body, making my hips quake in eager anticipation for more, which Dax provided as he continued sliding in.
“Ah, ah, ah,” escaped my lips as I pulled away from our lip-lock, but surely he could tell by the way I clung to his ass, urging him deeper, that I wanted more. I fucking needed his cock inside me.
He gripped my nape and gazed at me, and I felt as though I was losing control to the pleasure overtaking me.
“You look so beautiful taking my cock,” Dax said, which made me chuckle for a moment before I felt compelled to rear my head back and call out my enthusiasm, how good it felt with him working up in me.
Jesus, it hadn’t been that good even with the dildo, and it felt so much better having him inside me, triggering all those pleasurable sensations that roared through me, bringing me to fucking life. Assuring me of all I’d been missing out on by not exploring this other side of myself.
His fingers slid along the back of my head as he kissed down to my nipple, running his tongue around it, teasing at it in a way that stirred a similar eruption of passion within me, mixing with all that he’d already worked up from the way his cock was up against my prostate.
My balls grew heavy, the pressure building up within me until I was in a heightened state of arousal, all my nerves on edge. I wondered how much more pleasure my body could endure when Dax offered a thrust that had me rolling my head back as I climbed even higher, calling out his name because I couldn’t fucking help myself.
He continued flicking his tongue around my nipple, and as I arched my back, he slid his hand around to the small of my back as he thrust.
I’d had fun with the dildo I’d played around with, but it couldn
’t compare with how Dax was able to get me going with the way he moved his body. I clung to his ass cheek, encouraging him through every push.
He stopped working my nipple with his tongue and asked, “How does it feel?”
He must’ve known because I wasn’t trying to hide my enthusiasm or how easily he had me bending to his will.
I had to take a breath to respond. “Pretty fucking incredible.”
“So you like bottoming for me?” He thrust as he asked, sending those same sensations racing through me once again.
I gasped. “Fuck yeah,” I couldn’t help but answer.
He sped up his pace, and I absorbed each push with enthusiasm. Soon I found myself clenching my cheeks, trying to milk that cock the way Ash and Beau had encouraged me to.
“Holy fuck,” he said.
“Weren’t expecting that, were you?” I said, feeling like I had the upper hand all of a sudden. “I’m gonna get on my knees.”
He pulled out and let me change position. When my hands pressed against the mattress and my ass pushed out to him, he slid back into me. It was much easier since he’d worked his way in, and I eagerly received his cock. Now as he pushed, I found my own rhythm, matching his moves, pushing back as we worked together, my efforts aiding his movements against my prostate, making me climb in the best sort of ways.
“Come on, you can fuck me better than that,” I goaded, and Dax gripped my shoulder, giving it to me good.
I leaned back and reached behind me, gripping his head and pulling him close as I turned and kissed him, enjoying every pulsating sensation shooting through my body, making me tremble with enthusiasm.
“I’m about to come,” Dax warned.
I sneered with a sort of cruel awareness that I was responsible for how hard he was inside me.
Dax licked his hand, reached around, and grabbed my shaft, and fuck, I was already feeling that pressure, but he knew just how to work it to put me on edge too.
“Looks like I won’t be the only one,” he continued.
“Ah, ah,” I cried out as my body convulsed and I was besieged by a network of nerves that overtook my movements and sent me into a series of spasms as he worked the cum right out of me. “Fuck, Dax.”
He pushed his face up against my neck, his lips beside my ear as he whispered, “God, that’s a hot load,” he said, his breath working up my nerves and his cock slamming against my hypersensitive prostate.
He grunted, and I could tell by the way his body stiffened like a fucking board against me, his grunt transforming into a moan that dragged out, that he was spewing into the condom inside me.
I worked my ass as best I could, like I’d seen in the porn videos I’d watched when I was trying to figure this stuff out.
“Holy fuck, Jace.”
Pride swelled within me as I knew I was owning that cock, milking it with my all.
Dax collapsed onto my back, and I bowed forward, allowing myself to catch my breath too.
He continued pumping my cock, and the stimulation was overwhelming. I snatched his hand. “Too sensitive.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t even realize I was still jerking.” He laughed against my back, and I could hear every bit of satisfaction in it.
“Pretty damn good for my first time, wasn’t I?” I asked, already knowing by his reactions throughout that I could totally own this bottoming thing.
31
Dax
“Holy hell.” I lay beside Jace, panting, shocked as fuck. “How did you know how to work your ass like that?” I couldn’t help but ask, considering he went from not knowing a goddamn thing about anal to rocking my world.
“Did you like that?” Jace rolled toward me, a smug grin on his face, as though he knew what he’d done.
“Did you mislead me about your experience with guys?”
“Fuck no, but I’ve been doing my homework. Asked some of my buddies about it, grabbed a fake dick from an adult store, and watched porn. Though that was kind of for homework and for pleasure. I’ve been missing out on this whole gay-porn thing. Not that I didn’t know it existed, but…”
“Well, you’re a quick study.” I was impressed, but also somewhat jealous that Jace could go from being totally clueless about having a dick in his ass to owning that like a champ. Although, I was starting to discover that the one thing that shouldn’t have surprised me was that Jace was always full of surprises.
“Speaking of studying,” he said, pinching at his right nipple, “the way you were playing with my nipples…damn, man.”
“Glad I could contribute something.” I rolled toward him, and his gaze drifted to my crotch.
“You contributed more than your share. You’re good at what you do. I give you props when you earn them, Dax.”
“You get all the props for that one,” I had to admit.
He beamed, obviously proud of himself, as he should have been. I leaned in and took another kiss. He rested his hand against my face, and we just enjoyed one another’s mouths, savoring the moment nearly as much as we had savored our fuck. When we pulled away, I caught my breath. My gaze shifted down to his hips as I thought about how good it felt being inside him.
“I hope you’re not planning on sharing that ass with anyone else anytime soon,” I said. “I feel a little possessive over it now that I’ve been in there.”
“Well, that was the deal.”
“I know. That was everything I could have wanted it to be and so much more. That’s kind of how all this is turning out for me.” I rested my hand on his arm. “I gotta admit, there’s this part of me that’s sort of worried about how this is all about to blow up, but something about doing it with you makes it easier.”
He set his hand on my hip and scooted closer until our bodies were pressed against one another again. “As much as I know I’m in over my head, it has definitely been easier knowing I got a pro here with me.”
“Well, get ready. It’s time for lights, camera—”
“—action,” Jace finished before stealing another kiss.
What we’d experienced up to that point had been a preview, nothing more. Neither of us could have known what was in store for him, and him less than either of us. But the glimpses he’d received had been beneficial and would help him during his initiation into his official fifteen minutes of fame.
* * *
During the next few weeks, the billboards went up and the commercial began playing online—via YouTube, social media, and various streaming services—before receiving a national broadcast. We had the sort of snowball effect most wannabe celebrities dreamed of. However, what most never understood was how quickly a snowball became an avalanche, and with Jace, as I’d expected, he blew up faster than the GEICO Gecko or Progressive’s Flo.
His initial rise to stardom had been the perfect beginning to a fabulous launch, and being back in the spotlight hadn’t been the nightmare I’d envisioned it to be. It was hard to obsess about public opinion when I would find myself waking with him in a hotel room, or my place, or his place.
The honeymoon period was an exhilarating high. I didn’t care about seeing my name being tweeted or blogged about when I knew that no matter what they fucking said, I got to spend my days with him. Whatever spell he had over the media and his adoring fans, he had over me. I couldn’t imagine it was nearly as bad for the rest of them, because being kissed by Jace, being in his arms, made his effect on me all the more powerful.
It was effortless to find reasons to be together the first couple of months. He had plenty of events and obligations I was required to attend with him. And when we’d spend a few days or an entire week apart, we texted each other in the meantime.
One of the events Jace was contractually obligated to attend was a major fashion show that Hacksmore was hosting in New York City. Another of many star-studded events I accompanied Jace to since we’d begun. He just had to show his face and snap some pics with Hacksmore and some of the models. In some ways, his job at gigs like these was l
ike being a costumed performer at a theme park.
After he finished his responsibilities, we reconvened with Carter near the bar.
“I’m totally going after that WME agent, Brant Reagan,” Carter said.
“Are you seriously trolling a fancy party like this to satisfy your dick?”
“My dick? Are you fucking kidding me? It’s this ass I want Brant to serve.”
Jace was all smiles. “Oh, I know the feeling.”
His eyes were on me as he said it, as if letting me know how much he wanted it later. Eagerness swelled within me.
Because he was trying to catch some days back at the station, I had only managed to schedule his flight for earlier today, meaning we hadn’t gotten to mess around yet.
Carter glanced between us, his expression stoic as he said, “You guys just do whatever in the bedroom, don’t you? Flip-flopping all over the place, cuffing each other to headboards, swinging around in slings?”
“Carter, can you be professional?” I said with a tone.
“Is this some sort of roleplay? Because I can get into that. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Dax. I’m kidding! Can’t you take a joke? But if your man doesn’t think it’s a joke, maybe we could work something up…inside me?”
Jace couldn’t keep a straight face through Carter’s offers, of which there’d been more than enough since he’d been running around with Jace and me through the publicity circuit.
“Hey, can’t blame a guy for trying!”
“I think it’s time for you to ghost this conversation and go chat up your WME agent,” I told him.
“Ghost this conversation? What the hell do you know about ghosting? I can’t imagine that either of you know what it’s like to be ghosted on Grindr.”
“I’ve never been on Grindr,” Jace noted.
Carter’s jaw dropped, and he seemed to be taking a moment to think on that. “Oh, Jace Kruse, only you can make innocence look so goddamn sexy.”
“Brant Reagan is waiting,” I encouraged.
“Fine,” Carter groaned before heading on his way, leaving Jace still chuckling at the exchange.
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